God made two great lights – the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars. – Genesis 1:16
So I get up in the dead middle of the night. It is so bright in my house that I don’t even need to flip a switch to see where I’m going. I take a look outside and it is amazingly well lit. The moon is shining at its maximum capacity.
I get dressed and take a walk. Immediately, I connect with God. I tell Him, “This is amazing!” I quickly take it back and let Him know that I’m sorry that I still waste that word on things other than Him. Years ago, I told Him that I’d reserve that word for Him and Him alone, for only He is truly amazing.
I begin to pray. Pray for Lifeline, pray for myself, and pray that His light would be this present in this world even though it seems totally dark. I walk by a street lamp. For just a moment, I lose my awe. The light from the street lamp provides light as I descend to a valley with lots of trees. Very little light is provided. Something moves in the woods (of course it does) and I imagine being mauled by a bear and not even being discovered for several hours. I rebuke this fear in His Name.
I step back into the moonlight and the awe comes back. I pray some more. I think of how the moon is only reflecting the light of the sun. I think of how few people there are in the United States of America reflecting the light of the Son of God. I ask Him to help me be a light.
I pass another street lamp. Without any conscious effort, the awe switch is cut off. I focus on the things of this world in the artificial light. Once I’m out of the manmade light, I connect right back with Him. I ask Him to fill me with His light. As I see my house, I pray for my family inside . . . that they may truly reflect His light in this dark world. I pray that He will really be known by them and will be the greatest treasure they own.
Why do I write about this? I don’t really know. There’s just a perfect clarity at 3 a.m. in a world of total darkness under God’s reflected light that I’m not sure I’ve ever had at 3 p.m. The noise of the world, the heat of the day, and all the artificial lights just seem to destroy the pure sense of His Presence.
I write this so that one day when I read it again, I’ll remember.